Parliament of Fowls

The life so short, the craft so long to learn,
The assay so hard, so sharp the conquering,
The fearful joy that slips away in turn,
All this mean I by Love, that my feeling
Astonishes with its wondrous working
So fiercely that when I on love do think
I know not well whether I float or sink.

I am envious of the eastern skyline. I burn at the thought of how that sun can watch my Zhongda, while I am deprived of him. I wonder how it is that the lands treat him, pausing to remember the clime of Jing Province.
Its fertile plains must surely treat Yi kindly. The land he is in is certainly kinder than my current Han Zhong. The sun and breeze feel warm on my skin, as I shut my eyes.

Is the wind I feel now the same that has tousled his ebon hair? I know that the sun I see now is the same one to lovingly kiss his cool cheek.
It is lovely to think of how resplendent my Zhongda is in the sun. That thought only leads me to think of how Yi would look under the moon. There was that time that he came to speak with me at night.
There were candles then, no moon.
I can only imagine how incomparable his grace must be under the moon. How he would stand without that robe hiding what must be pearl skin, the mused cascade of his hair, soft questions shining through those golden irises and pouted rose lips meant to kiss.
I stretch in the grass I had chosen to lie in.
Dreadful as it is, I ought to stop before I get so distracted as to neglect my duties for the day.


Nor was there no fowl that comes of procreation,
That they in her presence weren't ready,
To take her judgement and give her audience.
For this was Saint Valentines Day,
When every fowl comes there to choose his mate

I can't help the laughter, when I hear the messenger speak of Guan Yu's death days ago, at Wu's hands no less. Zhongda's plans were a success. Yi may not be by me now, but his victories I will celebrate.
"Assemble the troops, and tell them to bring what instruments they may have." I drum my fingers and hum as the courier leaves.

Dance, drink and melody are one of the things the evening is meant for. It is good to see such merriment. I've stopped dancing myself, in order to take a moment to sit and enjoy a drink in the summer's warmth. And the moment I rest, my mind drifts to Zhongda; which is sensible, given that this evening is for him.
"Lord Zhang He!" A watchman runs to me, seeming too jovial to be warning of an attack. He stands at my side catching his breath; I stare at the skyline and wait for him to speak.
"A Wei convoy is arriving, lead by Lord Sima Yi."
"Sima Yi? Zhongda? Hah! That is wonderful; prepare him food and a bed, the finest we have! Give him my room!"

There is the man of the hour. Yi enters languidly, only to be greeted with cheers over his recent victory. I ought to go to him. The crowd parts as I walk to Yi. I bow and he returns the gesture, albeit less flamboyantly.
"Zhongda."
"Junyi, lord Cao Cao sent me here. I'm to handle the province's defense against Zhuge Liang." I kneel.
"I am honored to be the who will serve you, then." and I am, I am thrilled Cao Cao has given me the chance to be the one who will support Yi.


Zhongda comes to me once the festivities have ended, as the moon rides into the sky.
"I've been on the road too long. Tell me, Junyi, where is it that you bathe?"
In this court yard, we have privacy as we sit together. I lay an arm about him.
"Hmm? I bathe at a river near here, but I could order that a bath be run for you in the castle. Would that do, my lord?"
Yi lays his head on my arm, "No. I want to bathe at this river of yours, Junyi."
"Now?" I touch his brow.
"I can't sleep when covered in sweat, can I?" Yi smiles to me.

The night's still warm when we reach the river's bank. Zhongda stands behind me, giving cautious glances as I disrobe and enter the water. I wonder, if Yi thought I wouldn't notice the looks he stole. I do not mind, it's even cute.
"General He, please look elsewhere."
"Of course."
The moon; I look to the moon. It is large and bright tonight, enough so that vision comes easyly. There is nocturnal life about, as evidenced by the chattering of cicadas. Beneath this choir I hear Yi's feet padding closer along the grass. He sits behind me, placing his feet into the water in front of me and his knees to either side of my head. Hm, it would be wrong to lean back and look up his skirts...
"Zhongda? What are you doing there?"
"I...I thought I'd try to get used to the water's temperature before going in."
"I see; that's a wise choice, Zhongda."
Zhongda reclines back on his arms and slowly splashes his feet in front of me. Occasionally, I catch his ankle before promptly letting him go.

I let my hair loose from it's tie, innocently tossing it back onto Zhongda's bare thighs. Ah, the way he shudders like a spring leaf when my hair touches his thighs! Now I have to turn back and see this; Zhongda opens his mouth as if to speak. I place a hand upon his knee. His eyes trail down to my hand, and his hand moves upon it. Finally he speaks, voice lighter than how he has ever spoken to me before.
"Junyi?...come up here."

And when this work all brought was to an end,
To every fowl Nature gave his mate
By even numbers, and on their way they traveled.
And, Lord, the bliss and joy that they made!
For each of him began to take wing,
And with their necks each began the other to encircle,
Thanking always the noble goddess of Kynde.


Over a long enough period of time, most of my writing becomes porn... the last part felt like writing Victorian porn.
There will be a part 2, and it will have porns.

The lines come from Parliament of Fowls by Chaucer